The two nurses followed the doctor out of the hospital room. The moment the door closed behind them, they couldn’t help but cover their mouths, their eyes shining like stars as they started to gossip.

"Wow, that’s Seth Quinn, the CEO of Aegis Pictures! He’s unbelievably handsome."

"I know, right? I always thought the male stars he’s discovered were handsome enough, but I never expected him to be even better-looking in person."

"Exactly! If he debuted as a star himself, none of those other actors would stand a chance."

"If he debuted, I’d be his fan for life. Ugh, but I guess I can only admire him as a fan. I’m so jealous of that Clara Grant. How did she end up as the girlfriend of a man like that? Did she save the galaxy in a past life or something?"

"I know! And did you see the way he looks at her? So gentle and full of adoration. He doesn’t just look at her like a girlfriend; it’s like he’s gazing at a priceless, one-of-a-kind treasure."

"Oh my god, I’m dying of envy. It’s one thing to be his girlfriend, but to be so deeply loved by him... Tsk, tsk... If I could be with a man like that, and have him love me that much, I could die happy after just one day."

"You can stop dreaming. The more exceptional a man is, the more devoted he becomes when he finds the woman he truly loves. So, you don’t stand a chance."

The doctor walking ahead listened to the two young nurses’ hushed discussion and scoffed internally. ’Hmph, a couple of star-struck fools. Miss Grant is the real otherworldly goddess here, okay!’

’Ahhh, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my entire life! Now that I have, I can die without any regrets!’

...

In the hospital room, Clara Grant adjusted Seth Quinn’s gown before sitting back down. She looked at him, still shaken, and said, "Thank god, the bullet didn’t hit anything vital. Why were you so foolish? You knew it was dangerous, yet you still jumped in front of me. Do you have a death wish?"

It sounded like a scolding, but her tone was filled with worry and concern.

Listening to her worried rebukes, Seth Quinn maintained a faint smile. When Clara Grant shot him a glare, he finally spoke softly, "You’re right. You were angry with me, you wouldn’t listen to my explanation, and you were ignoring me... what was the point of living?"

Clara Grant was at a loss for words.

’This man... He’s this badly hurt, and he still has the nerve to be a smooth-talker and crack jokes!’

’If anyone else saw this, would they believe a man like him would act like his life was over just because a woman was ignoring him?’

Clara Grant shot him a look, feigning anger. She wanted to ignore him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.

But his intense gaze made her a little uncomfortable, so she averted her eyes. Spotting the water glass on the nightstand, she looked back at him and asked, "Are you thirsty? I’ll get you some water."

As she spoke, she stood up to get the water, but Seth Quinn gently caught her hand.

She glanced down and saw his brow furrow slightly. He must have pulled at his wound.

Clara Grant quickly sat back down and carefully placed his hand back on the bed. "Look at you! Just ask me if you need something. Why did you have to move? What if you tear your wound open?"

Seth Quinn ignored her rebuke, his gaze fixed deeply on her as he asked tentatively, "Clara, are... are you still mad at me?"

Seeing that even now, he was more worried about whether she was still angry with him than about his own injury, Clara Grant’s heart softened. She lowered her gaze and said softly, "If I were still mad at you, I wouldn’t be here right now."

Besides, he had taken a bullet for her. Even if she had been furious, it all would have vanished. Not to mention, she wasn’t really that angry with him to begin with.